The Family Blog

I've got lots of pictures to catch you up on again. And there's even more than this but I'll save some for tomorrow or whenever.

Sooooo...I often can't figure out what to have for lunch. So, I made myself some yummy chicken salad. Easton decided to pull up a chair for "helping wiss Mommy"

He poured chopped celery from measuring cup to measuring cup. Good thing I chopped extra because it got everywhere.

That afternoon I set up one of those activity mat/gym thingies for Dalton. Susannah (Max's mom) brought us a bunch of Max's hand-me-downs (yay!) and this "Kick & Crawl Aquarium" was one of them. Easton thought it should be for him:

I mean, he really thought it:

Dalton thought it was "just okay" so far:

Easton never had one of those because I rarely was unable to entertain him myself having just him and all. But, I'm not against letting kiddos do some independent play either. It's good for 'em.

This was just about the last time we saw Dalton happy on Friday:

Holy cow, Friday evening the poor boy just fell apart. We (luckily) had never seen him so inconsolable before. I'm thinking it was shot pain or something. We gave him Tylenol again but the poor dude was miserable. That made Easton super-sensitive again. Oy! Once Easton was in bed we put Dalton straight into a bath since he usually loves them. It worked for a few minutes. Nothing really worked after that but time. Eventually I got him to sleep, and following in his brother's post-vaccination footsteps he slept 6 straight hours. Nice! We weren't sure he'd sleep good though as grumpy as he was so I prepared to go to bed early too. Just then we heard the telltale sudden terrified cry from Easton's room. We knew, "Did he fall out of bed?" J asked. "Yup" as I ran in there. It was too dark when I got in there for me to see how he was positioned but my eyes quickly adjusted to see him somersault limply to the floor. I think he was too hot again and trying to scooch above the covers. Poor dude. We're running his ceiling fan when he sleeps now. And we keep forgetting to move the bed rail a little higher.

On Saturday we were up bright and early and were able to watch Easton live on the 7 a.m. news. Then Jason and Easton set up Easton's Thomas the Train set and turned on the NFL draft. Jason also had to do a little work on Easton's window (the one letting in all the rain) from the outside:

I took Easton to play in the front yard so he could watch Daddy on the roof.
"Oh my gosh! He's on the roof! He's gonna fall! Oh goodness!"

Actually he kept holding his head like that because the sun was so darn bright.

More from playing in the yard and my sweet boy picking me dandilions:





Don't worry, when Easton went down for his nap Dalton got his own photo session too:

And we took full advantage of him wearing this little strong man suit (he's outgrown it):



Hee hee hee ha ha ho! He didn't hate his moustache like Easton hated the one I gave him. In case you don't remember, we like dressing up our children for no real reason other than it entertains us...and now you...
Here was Easton in May 2005:


Our little Kung Fu Fighter. And check out Clarence! (The hernia...not the cat. The cat is Blitz.) Oy!

Yesterday after the naps and photo sessions we headed out shopping. Babies R Us for a swaddle blanket Dalton can't escape from. We tried it on him this morning. It won't work. I'm an expert swaddler from my 5+ years doing it in the hospital and we swaddled Easton for sleep until he was about 6 months old, I think. Anyway, I can do a much better, tighter swaddle than this stupid blanket. It's going back to the store. Dalton is good at escaping and it wakes him up. I don't like that. Otherwise I wouldn't care if he was swaddled or not. Now we're looking at the more expensive straight-jacket types. Otherwise known as The Miracle Blanket. I think I have to order it online. I'm semi-against paying shipping fees plus $30 for the blanket so I'll see what I can figure out here at home and then re-evaluate. It's getting so much warmer so I don't love the idea of double wrapping him, ya know? Grrr...such dilemmas I face, don't I? ;)

We went out for a quick dinner last night and the restaurant changed their menu so what I always get is no longer available. Well, poo on them. That has happened to me more than once: at TGI Friday's, Le Peeps, and now Rumbi Island Grill. Wah!

I'll save the rest of the updates for the next post though, since there are pictures to go along with all that. I'll see if I can dig up any movies too. Hope everyone enjoyed the weekend!